I Am Mad, I Think. I Am

When You Chopped Logs With The Ax And They Split Open They Smelled Beautiful, Like Christmas. But When You Split Someone's Head Open It Smelled Like Abattoir And Quite Overpowered The Scent Of The Wild Lilacs You'd Cut And Brought Into The House Only This Morning, Which Was Already Another Life.

Fairy Tales Opened Up A Door Into My Imagination - They Don't Conform To The Reality That's Around You As A Child. I Started Reading When I Was Three And Read Everything, But I Wanted To Be An Actress.

Sylvie's Knowledge, Like Izzie's, Was Random Yet Far-ranging, 'the Sign That One Has Acquired One's Learning From Reading Novels Rather Than An Education.

Patricia Embraces Me On The Station Platform. 'the Past Is What You Leave Behind In Life, Ruby,' She Says With The Smile Of A Reincarnated Lama. 'nonsense, Patricia,' I Tell Her As I Climb On Board My Train. 'the Past's What You Take With You.

I Feel As If I’m Waiting For Something Dreadful To Happen, And Then I Realize It Already Has.